Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Scion,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.